Everyone keeps telling me life gets harder. I don’t give a shit if life gets harder. Life is already hard. Everyone who tells me this knows that I feel life is already hard. What do you really think you’re accomplishing by telling me it just gets harder? Do you think I’ll suddenly drop everything and enjoy this shitshow called life? I’ll magically believe that life isn’t hard right now? Well, you’re wrong. All you’re doing is making me dread what’s to come. If life gets harder and I can’t even handle what I already have? Then what. So don’t tell me it gets harder. By now, I know that. Don’t tell me to just suck it up, because life isn’t fair. I’m a fucking child. It’s not supposed to be hard. It’s up to you, the adult, to make it easier. If you’re about to tell me to just move on because life only gets harder and then you die, I have two words for you. Fuck off.
❛ did i not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜
a dare. a game. a blade of grass.nothing, but those, and all. a pastime of hide and seek, in which winning is not an option & in all scenarios she loses, at times her soul, sometimes her heart or, even, herself. it’s been a while since she the first time she has realized that forward is the way
– and surely, the only way – although not an easy one.❝ a kingdom without a queen is nothing but dust in history . . . waiting, begging for the time to sweep it away.❞the raging tone is surprising, and even vanessa is amazed by the way the words choose to slip from her lips. he releases the worst, most dreadful things there’s in her, indeed.
no more hiding behind crucifixes, no more whispers as the night falls before their force. her power is no bewilderment to her, for she’s been through much, hesitating too little. however, it is his abilitiy, HIS DOMINANCE OVER HER BEING that frightens her ( not for herself, but for others ), haunting her days and dreams. despite the fear that consumes her lungs and anguishes her guts, vanessa’s eyebrows come together in anger & frustration, urging for something she can’t name.❝ that’s my wish for you, for all of this . . .to be ephemeral. ❞
You know what I’m sick of? The world and people asking me a million questions about or nudgingly querying about or judging me about the fact that I’m not in a relationship.
Like that’s the endgame of my life. Like I am not enough just being myself. Like if I don’t find someone, I will be alone and sad forever. Like I don’t have friends and like I don’t have family and like I don’t enjoy my own company and that the world isn’t enormous and the sky isn’t full of stars and there is nothing more magical and wonderful in the world than me finding my other half.
I’m a whole person thank you very much.
I have places to see and dreams to have come true. I have stories to tell and poems to make me cry and a million sunsets to stare at in awe.
There is so so so much in the world for me.
So pls just stop asking me about finding someone gosh
Quick update: so the construction site is awesome, guys, I can’t believe it. It’s perfect. Sat there for like an hour just watching everything - looks like most of it’s automated, so it just runs 24/7, but nothing moves fast enough to be dangerous if you wanted to explore. I would’ve taken pictures ‘cept there was security everywhere and I didn’t want to use the flash on my phone to get a good shot.